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Six students start a club where they write down the names of people they wish to kill, but never take any of it into action. However, one student writes down their own name and suddenly everyone is worried of losing them.

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CG: IT'S LIKE A SHRÖDINGER'S MEOWBEAST OF POTENTIAL ROMANTIC DISASTER UP IN THIS BITCH

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John’s not good at relationships or emotions or anything. He’s just a guy. Just a guy with a lot of people who mean a lot to him, and he’d hate to have to categorize those relationships into neat little boxes like trolls or have to pick only one that matters the most under the human system. (I swear to God there's going to be sex but also a lot of dorky boys doing cute gay dating and kissing things because this dynamic is fascinating and I want all four of them to be happy.)

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(OH MY GOD I'M SO PICKY ABOUT THIS SUMMARY)This fic is an entirely angsty gay college au cliche, but don't worry there's some shitty humour along with hot ships.Johndave /pepsicola /whatever you wanna call it is the main ship.

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Your name is Dave Strider and you've just recently been dumped for the first time by your long term girlfriend. This was unexpected, to say the least... almost as unexpected as meeting the leader of your rival guild. You're not sure what will happen next, but this game just got a whole lot more interesting for you.

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“They really should fix the way they sort mail around here. Switching between first and last names is not a way to run a mailbox.” Dave only heard half of what John was saying. He was already headed back to Sollux’s place.

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John Egbert is lonely after the death of his father.He hates how silent his house is without Dad, ironically hates the lack of Betty Crocker baking in the oven. This is what led him to decide to buy a fish. Nothing complicated, just your everyday run-of-the-mill fish.This is how he did not get his beloved fish, but an abused and angry troll instead. Damn Jade to Hell.

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You have a problem. And his name is Sollux Captor. The lisping fucker won't leave you alone. When he does leave you, you pretend he's still there. Because you want him. And you don't know if he wants you back.